Rest In Peace, Bobby

Robert A. Alexander
March 17, 1929-February 10, 2008
“Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.”--Bertolt Brecht

the poem
the song
the picture
is only water
drawn from the well
of the people
and it should be given back
to them in a cup of beauty
so that they may drink
and in drinking
understand
themselves
--Frederico Garcia Lorca


How much do I love you? I'll tell you no lie How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? How many times a day do I think of you? How many roses are sprinkled with dew? How far would I travel To be where you are? How far is the journey From here to a star? And if I ever lost you How much would I cry? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
--Irving Berlin

Thank you for giving us our song, Bobby. Thank you for giving me your son.
Love,
Leigh